Welcome to New York

My view from the plane to NYC. Notice how American Airlines doesn’t have TVs for each seat? Instead, you use your own devices. Also, I nearly sat on my seat neighbor’s laptop. Turns out, I’m not built for little plane seats.

Kindy wanted the window seat. The window seat didn’t have a window. So, she looked at the wall longingly. Classic.

We flew into LaGuardia. They’ve remodeled the airport. Much nicer than when I was there last. And they’ve got the whole Uber setup figured out. I highly recommend section H2. Way better than H3—there was a weird guy standing over there smoking Virginia Slims. I think his name was Tim. Classic Tim.

I do heart New York. The food, the shows, the smell of urine at every subway station. Nothing like a regular slice at your favorite pizza place while watching a crazy lady scream at a lamp post. Also, the lamp post had it coming. I’m with the crazy lady.

This is the toilet in our AirBnB. It’s hard to see in the picture, but talls don’t fit. Coordinates don’t line up—if you catch my meaning. ChuckDub and I found it challenging.

This is a broadway show. Right toward the end of the first act, one of the main characters swears: sh!t. Lil’G loudly announces: “Now I know the S word!” As you can imagine, this was a proud parenting moment.